🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

– I must say, your interview is going better than all the previous candidates; you are well-prepared, – Kamistella admitted, surprised. – You have a decent Appeal score, but I can't see anything under your helmet. May I see your face?

- It's not your fault. You gave me a hint, and I assumed that this might happen, and yet, even so, you still had a chance, and that's what I thought... - Genza squeezed the bridge of his nose tightly, squinting his eyes until they hurt, wanting to punch both Hisoka and himself. - Forget it. We'll talk about it later, if we get out of here. Now we have to, no matter what... The plan remains the same - we need to get out alive and well, and succeed. We'll give it our all, but we'll make it. We're not just some random losers; we're the elite.

– Thank you. – After a polite pause, the young man reached for the treats. – From the guest? It's a pity I didn't get to talk to her; she probably could have told me something interesting.

After examining the strange object for some time, he felt a sense of horror, realizing that his intelligence of seven was not enough.
– "Sacrifice"? Is it like with ancient peoples, when they chose the most worthy and burned them on a bonfire for the sake of the blessings of the then-existing deities?